Decker's lips were curved in a smile, his arms lowered now because the guard wasn't even trying to look his way - Anna was leading him around in circles. He kept his laughter in even though at times it wanted to bubble to the surface. He hadn't laughed out loud since... huh, he couldn't remember. His hands on his thighs he watched the game play out before him.
Almost heard, yet not. Almost seen, yet not. Almost caught... and she blinked out of existence. What the hell? His gaze darted around the room even as the guard moved towards where he'd thought she'd gone.
The guard's senses were on high alert. Something, it could've been Decker's breathing from halfway across the room, or a sense of being watched, or the heat of another body... whatever it was, the guard's torchlight swivelled Decker's way and caught him in the beam of light. Of course, with his shirt off, his weapon in his holster was now obvious. The guard already had a hand on his gun, but Decker was smoother, faster, more willing to draw.
He had his pistol trained on the light and a little to one side of it, because he knew the guard was carrying it in his left hand and was facing him. Decker was blinded but he could still figure out where and what to shoot.
"On your knees," he commanded, as he got up off his. "And point your light down."
The mannequins made good cover - he had a clear shot and the guard didn't, Even though he couldn't see, he would be able to hear a gun pulled out of a holster. If he heard the guard drawing, then he would fire. He didn't particularly want to kill anyone but he would and could if it came to it. He wasn't at risk, there was a vampire here somewhere who liked him, even if she had disappeared into the ether. He had a strange feeling that even if she could see this all unfolding, she might not come out.